“What are you doing here, Scotty?” I asked, coming over and sitting down opposite of him.
He left the folded piece of foil and looked at me with his implants with a slight surprise.
“What about you?”
“Doctor’s recommendation.”
“Same for me,” Scott set the paper down and took a sip of his drink. “Kell is a martinet and a terrible bore. On the other hand, I don’t like lying or beating around the bush. I really don’t. And if I come here from time to time, then at least everything is seemingly fine. And then everyone is happy.”
“Everyone?” I raised my eyebrows slightly. “Are you sure?”
He threw up his arms.
“What do you want? I come here to drink something stronger and read a newspaper, and then go home.”
“Just like that?”
“Of course. Can you imagine a woman wanting to cling to a guy
